Cigarette, CigaretteCigarette, cigaretteburning up timeI stepped outside tonight
and lit up a cigarette
Such a long while
since I savored the calm
Taken back to when I
was only nineteen years,
Two stripes on my sleeve
so many thoughts in my mind
The only one awake
my job to watch the stars
watch for the rain,
watch for any change
So full of life then
dreams there for the taking
I could do anything
I would do everything
Now a decade has passed
I've done nothing I planned
Is this a wonderful tragedy
or is this my life?
Then I didn't know of
The Cure, The Smithereens
or that this day I'd
know love of daughters.
I also didn't know
I would feel love run cold
or my dreams would change
as the events played on
The only thing I can do
is follow my heart,
though desire changes
from beat to beat
Just like this cigaretteour time is running out
Posted By Mike On Tuesday, August 23, 2005
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